Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1169 The fisherman gets a profit
Inside the U.S. military command post in the Kold's Control Area.

Major James sat in the command chair, a chill running down his spine.

The chill of the Mannier Valley at night had seeped directly into his bones through the screen and the radio.

On the big screen, the dots representing the enemy and our side flashed, intertwined, and annihilated wildly, while explosion icons appeared one after another.

That was no longer a cold electronic signal; it was his elite "Razor" squad struggling in blood and fire, a military disaster unfolding in real time.

“Chess pieces…we’ve all become chess pieces…”

The thought swirled in his mind like a nightmare.

He, a major in the U.S. Special Forces, was led step by step into this meticulously designed death trap by a group of Russian special forces soldiers whom he regarded as prey, and personally lit the fuse for the armed conflict with 1515.

But it's too late to back out now; we can only grit our teeth and use more resources and bloodshed to fill this bottomless pit.

In the central basin of the Mannier Valley, the hellish scene intensifies in the darkness of dawn.

The "Razor" squad and Kold's company, with their superior equipment and tactical skills, did indeed inflict heavy casualties on the chaotic 1515 militia in the early stages.

Precise bursts and machine gun fire reaped lives like scythes.

However, the numerical superiority of the 1515 militants and their desperate actions driven by fanatical faith quickly proved their effectiveness.

They came down like the tide, one wave falling and another surging up.

Despite their scattered formation and low shooting accuracy, the combined fire of hundreds of AK rifles, large-caliber machine guns, and mortars carried into the mountains by donkeys still created a terrifying suppressive force.

Bullets and shells were raining down on the American and Kold's positions in a chaotic manner, and the shockwaves and shrapnel from the explosions were constantly shrinking their space to maneuver.

"Suppress that machine gun position on the left! Team B, report on casualties!"

On the radio, Captain Ronson's voice was hoarse.

He had just taken down a 1515 member who was trying to get close to throw a grenade with a precise three-round burst; the hot shell casings bounced onto the cold rocks with a slight hissing sound.

"Two members of Team B sustained minor injuries, and have used up 40% of their ammunition!"

"Kold's bunch of useless idiots can't hold on! Their right wing is retreating!"

Langsen's heart sank.

His worst fears are coming true.

The fighting spirit of the Kolds was rapidly collapsing in the face of overwhelming numerical superiority and devastating casualties.

"Command! We need air support! Large-scale, comprehensive support! Now! Immediately!"

He practically roared into the microphone, “They’re testing their mortars! Once they get them up and running, we’re finished!”

As if in response to his call, the Reaper-2 drone in the sky demonstrated its power in high-altitude attacks.

call out--

boom!
An AGM-114 Hellfire missile, with deadly accuracy, plunged into the location of a 1515 armed mortar team that had just begun firing.

Flames shot into the sky, instantly tearing the old mortar and the surrounding gunners to shreds.

"Good job!"

One of the "Razor" squad members couldn't help but growl.

The drone operator's calm voice rang out again: "'Reaper-2' clears a mortar position. Continue identifying high-value targets."

In the next ten minutes or so, the Hellfire missile became the most effective killing tool on the battlefield.

It fell one after another, accurately destroying several heavy machine gun positions and RPG gunner clusters that the 1515 armed forces had attempted to establish.

Each explosion temporarily relieved the pressure on one corner of the "Razor" squad, creating a brief lull in the 1515's frenzied offensive.

Hidden in the rock crevices, Song Heping and the others could clearly hear the unique, muffled, and highly penetrating explosion sound of the missile hitting its target, and could even feel the slight vibrations from the rocks beneath their feet.

"The Americans have started using drones to clear the area."

The hunter peered through a tiny gap in the rock with his binoculars, observing the distant flames rising, his tone calm.

"They are struggling."

Major Petrovsky sat against the rock wall, eyes closed, as if appreciating a symphony.

"Using missiles costing hundreds of thousands of dollars each to kill enemies that might only be worth a few dozen bullets. Americans can afford this deal, but their mentality will collapse."

Song Heping didn't speak; he simply made a rough assessment of the battlefield situation based on the sound of the explosions.

His face showed none of the excitement seen in others, only a profound calmness.

Everything was unfolding exactly as he had predicted.

Panic, misjudgment, and anger will act as catalysts, making this chaotic conflict burn even more fiercely.

On the northwest side of the basin, Abu Omar hid behind a huge rock, watching helplessly as his carefully organized offensives were blasted to pieces by precise strikes from the sky, making him so angry he almost vomited blood.

"Damn Americans! Despicable liars! A trap! This is a complete trap!"

He brandished his pistol, roaring hoarsely into the satellite phone, his face a mixture of gunpowder, sweat, and extreme rage.

"There was no Russian squad at all! It was all a plot by the Americans! They wanted to wipe us out here!"

He was completely convinced of his judgment.

How could those well-equipped, tactically cunning enemies, supported by drones, possibly be Russians?

This is clearly a tactic commonly used by US special forces!

Everything tonight, from the ambush on the east side passage to the lure in the center of the valley, is part of a huge conspiracy against Abu Omar and the 1515 militia!
"Yasin! Where are your reinforcements?! I don't care what methods you use, I want to see you in the valley within half an hour!"

Omar roared at his trusted general on the other end of the phone, his eyes bloodshot. The "everyone" he referred to were the main force he had urgently mobilized from several nearby strongholds earlier.

Those reinforcements numbered well over two thousand!
Although many of them were poorly trained militiamen, their sheer number was a formidable force.

About half an hour later, more torches and vehicle lights appeared on the horizon of the Mannier Valley, and the noise of people and engines even drowned out the gunfire on the battlefield.

A dense, dark mass of people, like a swarm of migrating locusts, surged into the edge of the basin from the northwest and quickly joined the battle.

"Command... Post! 'Razor' calling! Emergency!"

Captain Ronson's voice trembled slightly as he looked at the red dots that suddenly filled the thermal imaging screen, almost covering the entire northwest region.

"Reinforcements from 1515 have arrived! God... the number... the number may exceed two thousand! Repeat, more than two thousand! We are completely surrounded!"

Upon hearing the report in the rear command post, Major James nearly fainted.

Two thousand people!
This is far beyond the limits that the "Razor" squad and Koldren can handle, and even beyond the scope of conventional firefights!

"Ronson! Hold on! Air support is on its way! I swear on my rank!"

James practically yelled, turning sharply to the communications officer, "Where's CAS?! Where's our A-10?!"

"Sir! CAS is in position! Warthogs have entered the battlefield!"

The communications officer responded loudly.

A few minutes later, over the Gunai Mountains.

A deep, powerful engine roar came from above the clouds.

Immediately afterwards, two ugly-looking A-10 "Warthog" attack aircraft, like two giant death bats, broke through the clouds and swooped down with a chilling aura!

"Buzz—hiss hiss hiss hiss!!!"

The terrifying 30mm seven-barreled GAU-8 "Avenger" cannon under the nose of one of the A-10s opened fire! Like a blazing whip wielded by God, dozens of depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds per second, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, swept across an area densely populated with 1515 armed personnel in an instant.

Wherever the bullets passed, people, rocks, and even light vehicles were instantly torn apart and pulverized!
That unique and muffled cannon fire became the most terrifying noise on the battlefield!
Another A-10 circled and dropped several 500-pound laser-guided bombs.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Huge fireballs rose one after another, the ground shook violently, and the shockwaves from the explosions could be clearly felt even by Song Heping and the others who were far away in the crevices of the rocks.

The arrival of the A-10 instantly turned the tide of the battle.

Using machine guns and bombs, they carved several bloody, deadly paths through the 1515 armed group, temporarily halting the enemy's surging offensive.

"Great! That's it! Blow up all these sons of bitches!"

One of the "Razor" team members, who had been suppressed for a long time, couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Ronsen breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he dared not be careless and immediately ordered his troops to adjust their defensive lines to deal with possible chaos and new waves of attacks.

However, although Abu Omar was somewhat stunned by the sudden air attack and suffered heavy losses, his rage and stubbornness came into play at this moment.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Scatter! Take cover on the rocks! Their planes can't stay in the air forever! Mortars! Aim at the American positions and fire! Allah is great! For the holy war, charge!"

Under his orders, the remaining 1515 militants, though fearful, reorganized using the complex terrain and rocky cover of the basin, and continued to infiltrate, squeeze, and fire at the American and Kold's positions from multiple directions, taking advantage of their numerical superiority.

The battle once again descended into an even more brutal and chaotic stalemate.

While the A-10's attacks are deadly, they cannot instantly eliminate all enemies scattered throughout complex terrain.

Just as this chaos reached its peak.

In the crevice of the rocks, the "Hunter" slowly mounted his SV-98 sniper rifle, fitted with an extended silencer, on an extremely concealed firing port—an angle they had scouted beforehand, offering a glimpse of part of the American/Kold positions.

His movements were as slow as breathing, and his face was expressionless.

"It's time to add some spice to their lives."

The hunter muttered something under his breath, then calmly began searching for his target through the high-magnification scope.

He selected some of the Kold's light machine gunners who were firing.

"laugh--"

The extremely faint gunshots were completely masked by the explosions on the battlefield.

About 400 meters away, a Kold sniper who was firing a machine gun wildly toward the 1515 armed forces suddenly shuddered, a small bullet hole appeared on his forehead, and he silently lay down on the machine gun.

"laugh--"

Another sound.

A member of the U.S. Army's "Razor" squad, who was directing his teammates to move using hand gestures, suddenly had a burst of blood on his calf, screamed in pain, and fell to the ground.

"Sniper! There's another sniper!"

Terrified screams immediately echoed through the attacked area.

That sniper shot couldn't have come at the worst possible time!

While facing immense pressure from the 1515 armed forces head-on, a precise and concealed sniper suddenly appeared on the flank, instantly exacerbating the panic and chaos among the American and Kold'd forces.

Unable to determine the exact direction of the bullets, they could only cautiously retreat behind cover, which inadvertently reduced the pressure on the 1515 armed forces' frontal assault.

"Damn it! It's those Russian rats! They haven't left yet! They're still nearby!"

Captain Ronson immediately realized what was happening, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

These Russians not only orchestrated all of this, but now they're lurking in the shadows, like watching a gladiator show, occasionally launching sneak attacks at them!

　Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone! May the Earth not explode, and may the author continue updating!

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(End of this chapter)